Rolling into the end of the year...

The cold air is coming, and boy, can you feel it! They're turning up the heat in the Hotel and inside, it's so, so hot!

I went back to work, and it's still work. I realize that it is a feat sometimes to chart as you go so you don't get stuck trying to finish at the last minute. I took care of people I'd taken care of before, so happily, there was no learning curve to figure out who wanted what and when. One of my peeps will hopefully be rolling out of here before the end of the year, so he's happy. The other one could be with us for awhile...yet again. He's tricky medically and strategically, so it's always fun to see what will happen with the situation this time.

Despite all the complications, I'm trying to keep the holiday outlook of goodwill alive. It can be hard when you'd really like to do otherwise, but I've noticed that if I'm calm in the face of the many little adversities in my life, they proceed better. "What, Doc? You want another test after I just sent that boatload? Sure, I'll get it." Kvetching provides momentary release, but is really a waste when you think about it.

The decorations for the holiday came down today, since we expect inspections in the new year. The sparkle and snow and frosty trees were put away, hopefully for another year.

Tomorrow is another day and I'll work on getting all my extra paperwork done. We'll see how it goes. Stay tuned.

And so it goes...

"For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning."
--T.S. Eliot

See you next year!

The beginning of the end

No, it's not the end of blogging as Monkeygirl is doing, it's the end of the year. And what a year it's been!

In the news today, I saw an article about the vaunted rumor that there will be no more free pens at some of the conferences because of perceived conflicts of interest. What, oh what, I ask, will the docs and NPs bring to impress the floor nurses with now, since there is no more swag? An old, leftover pizza from that drug rep's lunch just doesn't make the same impression as the light up pens and the pens with highlighters AND post-it notes attached. I guess we like them because they're things we can actually use.

As the year counts down, I'm thanking my lucky stars that I came to the VA from Saintarama Rehab. The top three reasons: no low census, no low census, no low census! Some of the things that go with the job aren't the greatest, but that benefits package is great considering everything in these recessionary times.

Finally, I'm thankful that I still have this blog. It keeps me out of trouble and keeps my mind humming. I have so many ideas for next year, I ought to be busy!

The end is near, but this is just the beginning...so stay tuned and have a great night!